I don’t ask for much in this world, I mean, I just want my otps to express their undying love and live the rest of their lives with like 20 kids ‘cause they enjoy making them and they are always happy and nothing goes wrong and they smile all the time.
I am hoping that you can give me some podcast recommendations. I’ve listened to many podcasts and looking for some more.
Here is a list of podcasts I’ve listened to in no order off the top of my head. (I’ve probably forgotten some.)
○Welcome to Nightvale
○The Penumbra Podcast
○Alice isn’t dead
○Within the wires
○The Alexandria Archives
○The orbiting human circus
○King Falls AM
○The Bright Sessions
○The Black Tapes
○The Deep Vault
Here is a list of podcasts that are on my “To Listen to” list
■Hello from the magic tavern
■Myths and legends
■The Magnus Achive
■Tales of Thattown
I started writing this before I started my blog when I was just creeping from the outside on my personal acct. This is my first ever work regarding the DT fandom, and I wanted to add it to my masterlist since it means something to me. This is what started my want to write for this blog, and my reason for starting it. I hope you guys like it as the concept is a little out there.
WARNINGS: sexual content, cursing, mature themes
The subway bathroom was dingy and mucky water lay stagnant under her stilettos. That damned cheap dollar store makeup wouldn’t blend for shit, she eyed Alessa through the streaked mirror to see the blonde growing impatient for the same reason.
Two businesswomen came rushing through the doors in a hurry, everyone in Manhattan was, stopping dead in their tracks upon seeing two hookers standing nonchalantly at the sinks with makeup strewn careless across the counter. Her eyes met the pair who stared appalled down the revealing skirt and fishnet stockings. She turned with a roll of her hips and propped her ass against the counter, smirking haughtily to them. “I charge $200 for women if that’s what you were gonna ask.”
They scoffed before forgetting their original plan and fleeing from the restroom without so much as a glance back. Less was horse laughing, holding herself onto the counter to keep from falling into the puddles below her. “I almost believe they thought about it. Your ass looks right in that leather skirt.”
She turned back to Alessa, laughing sarcastically. “Better look right enough to get some cash tonight, we need a place to crash.”
Alessa began throwing the palettes of neutrals into her Louis Vuitton knock off, bitching silently to herself. “If I have to sleep another night on a park bench I’ll off myself.” Pulling the bag over her shoulder, she turned to her partner in crime, hands on her hips and popping that usual bright pink bubble gum she always took to chewing. “Where off to, Y/N?”
I forgive you. I’m leaving you all my worldly possessions. This is my last letter.
“Look, don’t take this wrong, but I don’t think this back flip thing is going to work out.”
Keith shoots him one of those looks that means, I’ve heard what you said and I know you’re right, but I’m going to keep throwing myself at this wall until I break or it does.
It’s been three days of this. Three days of Keith trying and failing to do a back flip, because it turns out Montgomery was serious and he actually does want to bring Keith in to test him. Three days of Matt avoiding Shiro, again, because the first day Post Rosegate steeled something in him. Instead of moping in their room, Shiro has been stalking around the Garrison like he’ll be able to smell the parkour affinity and missing $200 on someone.
He can never find out that it was technically Matt. There’s a whole list of things he can’t find out, and this is near the top, after the bike and the flowers and the soft sound Keith makes when he collides with something harder than him.
“If you keep frowning like that, you’re going to get stress lines before you’re thirty.”
Clarke doesn’t even bother to glance over at Bellamy, who’s leaning against a tree and definitely not helping while she looks for the herb they came for.
“As if you’re one to talk,” she scoffs.
“I have a youthful glow,” he shoots back. “I’m going to continue looking twenty three even when I’m well into my forties.”
“If you live long enough to be forty,” she mutters under her breath.
There’s the sound of his foot hitting the undergrowth as he stands straight once more. “Clarke,” he says, the fond teasing cadence of his voice from before all but gone now.
“I know, I know. Stop talking about death so much.”
“You need to loosen up, princess.”
“I have no idea how to that.”
She can hear him shuffling around until he’s right behind her and she turns to look up at him, his overgrown fringe falling into his eyes like a sheepdog’s.
“Well,” he starts, “You can read a book, take a walk, try to knit. Maybe even join Harper for some beat time on the train dummy.” He pauses and then throws her a wicked smirk. “And there’s also sex of course.”
She doesn’t quite choke on nothing, but comes fairly close to it.